Hot, hotter, yet hotter

I usually think that you only have the right to complain about one kind of weather. Pick your enemy and be done with it. I pick winter, with her short days, cold, fog, ice and lack of birds.

This is not complaining. I swear it is not. I acclimate quite well to summer, know and use the various tips on dealing with her. Summer makes me happy, in fact.

It has recently been so hot and humid here that no one knows quite what to do. The day I made lunch in the garden, that was Thursday, it was 42°C or about 107°F. But that’s okay, I’ll deal. I just won’t cook a lot! We went walking in rubber clogs in the river with Max the Golden. We sat and ate spikes of iced melon from on top of a small hill of ice. We consumed liters and liters of chilled water. The air quivered and shimmered over the newly cut alfalfa field. Even the bugs were too indolent to bother.

My bedroom is in what used to be a wine cellar, so I always have a cool place to go. I think I could have rented out hours there last week. I took at least one extra car trip on Friday because the car has the only air conditioning I own.

You could feel it start to leave last night. This morning my skin stung a bit from the early chill. Now at 10:33 there’s a breeze and it’s a cool one. Is it over for the year? Who knows? Might be, or might just be a temporary reverse of seasonal jet streams. Anyway, it will be nice to eat something other than mozzarella.